| I was kissing your salty lips
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| Wet from your nose as it started to drip, it was
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| Twenty below and you were shaking
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| I was a compass without a map, I was
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| A drifter on the side of the tracks, I was
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| Free at last, thought I could escape it
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| But I can’t
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| And I won’t, she keeps saying
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| Just 'cause you’re sad again, it doesn’t make you special at all
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| Just 'cause you’re sad again, it doesn’t make you special
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| Motivation, it comes and goes
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| Keepin' expectations low
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| So when I let you down, I won’t feel so bad
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| Sloppy Steffy back at it again, callin' you up at 5 AM
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| «Have you been drinking?"Well of course I have
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| Why the hell would I be here if I wasn’t?
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| Just 'cause you’re sad again, it doesn’t make you special at all
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| Just 'cause you’re sad again, it doesn’t make you special
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| I’m wakin' up again, knowing nothing really matters at all
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| Just 'cause you’re sad again, it doesn’t make you special
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| Woo!
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| Wooooooooooo!
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| Wooooooooooo!
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| Wooooooooooo!
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| Just 'cause you’re sad again, it doesn’t make you special at all
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| Just 'cause you’re sad again, it doesn’t make you special
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| I’m wakin' up again, knowing nothing really matters at all
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| Just 'cause you’re sad again, it doesn’t make you special |